Feel Alive.

I think this was taken around 5 am. It was September of 2015.
It was foggy and cold and my two friends were asleep when I took this.

We decided the night before to go to the beach that just happened to be 5 hours away. I remember at around 4 am the stars, in the middle of nowhere, looked so defined. There were so many. I live in Dallas so I don’t ever really get to see a ton of stars at once. I was in totally shock of how many stars there were that I asked my friend sitting in the passenger seat to take the wheel while I stuck my head out the window and felt the wind on my face going 7o mph and looking up at the stars. In that one fleeting moment, I felt so rattlingly alive (if i can even use that as an adjective lol). When we got to the beach around 8:30 my heart was so happy that it hurt. In a good way. And I’m not sure how that works. But it’s true. I had nothing to worry about. I was with friends on the beach that we just traveled 5 hours to get to. And I was happy. I was alive.

These, in my opinion, are the moments that matter. I love for moments like this. I can’t stand being in one place for too long. I have to have adventure or I’ll go mad. And I hope that I’m not the only one who thinks this way.

Thank you for reading my rant about being alive. I hope you find some ways to feel alive, every day. Whether it be driving to work (or anywhere) with the windows down or driving 5 hours to the beach at 3 am. I hope you feel alive.